Lu Huohong smiled, turned her eyes to Zhu'er, who had been ignored, and said, "Since that's the case, Zhu'er, you go, the prince is in a good mood today, and everyone in the royal palace can taste the rare imperial kitchen pastry today."

Zhu'er hurriedly thanked, looked at Rong Yanran with a slight regret and comfort, and hurried out at Lu Huohong's gesture.

Lu Huohong looked at Rong Yanran in amazement and said considerately: "Then you have a good rest. I will also try the pastries in the imperial kitchen. I have only eaten it for the second time in so many years." After that, he walked out quietly and closed the door.

Rong Yanran jumped out of the bed with a "scarlet" and involuntarily walked two steps towards the door before turning back. She punched her beloved silk quilt embroidered with white rabbit and florals several times, cursing dissatisfiedly: "This guy did it on purpose. If he went there, he would definitely not have good results. Are you willing to suffer the lesson of 99% for that one percent of the pastry that may not be so delicious? I don't want it, of course I don't want it, and I'm determined not to be willing!!!"

She thought about this, and her heart, which was so excited just now, slowly calmed down. However, the laughter and the vague fragrance floated over from afar.

Rong Yanran was angry, closed the window, pulled up the curtains, took out the night pearl, and continued to study the encyclopedia of the poison.

But not long after, I wanted to knock on the door rhythmically. The Seventh Prince's magnetic voice sounded: "Yan'er, I heard you are uncomfortable, is it important? Do you need to invite a doctor? I'll come and see you."

When Rong Yanran heard this, she quickly ran to her bed, stuffed the book under the mattress, pulled the quilt on, and coughed, saying, "Thank you, Prince, I feel uncomfortable and can't get up." As soon as she finished speaking, the coughing sound amplified and started ringing again.

Suddenly I realized something was wrong. I just talked about stomach pain with Lu Huohong, and my current symptoms are colds. I have watched too many romantic dramas!

Just as he was blaming himself, Murong Xuan pushed the door to the suite and said through the colorful oriole green willow bead curtains: "Yan'er, are you so sick?" His voice was filled with a faint regret.

Rong Yanran nodded in pain: "Yes, Master Qi, I'm almost in pain. You'd better leave quickly so as not to spread it to you." Even if he was a stern heart, he wouldn't be willing to punish such a patient, right?

Murong Xuan sighed and said, "What a pity, you don't have stomachache early or late. But at this time, I took some pastries from the imperial kitchen and thought you might be able to taste it. It seems that it's not enough. It's important to maintain your health, so I'd better take it away."

Rong Yanran almost jumped up from the bed excitedly, but she finally held it back and lay in the bed in a depressed state, as if she was really sick. She felt heartbroken! The food that was coming to her mouth flew away!

Murong Xuan's footsteps reached the door, and suddenly remembered something again, turned to the door of her room and asked, "Yan'er, where is the thing I asked you to write today? Your meal has declined today, I guess those ten pages have been written?"

Rong Yanran was depressed. It was already this time. He was still holding on to such a small matter! She got out of bed and walked to the table, grabbed the thin stack of paper, walked slowly to the bead curtain, reached out to hand it out, and said weakly: "Master Qi, look slowly! I feel uncomfortable today, and I may not be very grateful."

Rong Yanran thought that the plague god would leave like this, but she didn't expect Murong Xuan to sit down on the bamboo chair in the suite, leaning slowly against the back of the chair, admiring her "masterpiece" with a smile, commenting: "The writing is really not very good. The words are too big, not dignified and delicate, the tone is not sincere enough, it has a perfunctory taste, and it is too general..."

Murong Xuan commented enthusiastically, and Rong Yanran tried her best to cover her ears: Just think of it as a mosquito, a stinky mosquito that could not be driven away.

Murong Xuan was boring to sing a solo show alone. He heard her very light complaints, so he opened the food box and took out a bowl of steamed crispy cheese that looked like snow. He exclaimed: "It's really worthy of being made in the imperial kitchen! This steamed crispy cheese is as bright as fat, and it is sweet and refreshing. Not only is it cold and fragrant, but it also melts the heart and spleen, fragrant, sweet and cold. Now after eating, eat another bowl of this, which can dissolve the greasiness of the food and sober up. Yan'er, is it strange? This steamed crispy cheese itself has wine and sugar, which is roasted on charcoal fire, but it can relieve the wine..."

Rong Yanran was so angry that she tried hard to block his voice, but her nose could not block the faint tempting sweet fragrance.

Murong Xuan was still talking nonstop, his mouth made a sound of tsk, not at all. Suddenly, his brain dizzy, and he stayed there with a blank look, his eyes were blank and expressionless.

Rong Yanran, who was still on the bed just now, had already sat on the chair and ordered with a very imposing command: "Put in all the food in your hand!"

"Yes." Murong Xuan agreed and mechanically took the food box into the house.

Rong Yanran took all the pastries one by one without any haste, and then said coldly: "The pastries in the imperial kitchen taste good, but you must not eat them before I eat them in the future! With something delicious, you have to get them here as soon as possible, and you can only watch me eat!"

She added the last sentence viciously, and after seeing Murong Xuan agreeing, she smiled comfortably. This kind of life is what she yearns for...

"Yan'er, what are you thinking? So happy and so trance?" Murong Xuan's light-colored masculine lips smiled particularly brightly, because a few drops of crystal clear things flowed out of the corners of the mouth of the person in front of him.

Rong Yanran's face still had an inappropriate smug smile, and was called back by Murong Xuan's deep eyes as deep as the night sky. Well, the above picture of her arrogant and proud is purely a person's imagination, so naturally she would not waste such a good medicine for a bite and reveal her medical talent. What she didn't know was that she didn't need to say anything, Murong Xuan knew everything clearly.

She quickly curled her smile and begged: "Master Qi, for the sake of being a patient today, please spare me. Don't let me write any more reviews, and don't eat such delicious food in front of me."

"You." Murong Xuan took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of her mouth, with a doting smile on her face.
Chapter completed!